The Billionaire's Instant Family
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Damien had been stuck in a night from five years ago when he had a night with a random lady. For some reasons, he couldn't get her off his mind and vowed to find her. But that would be hard. With only her face in his memory and no name, how would he find her? As coincidences, fate, destiny, and a certain connection pull them, with each passing moment, closer to each other, they realize that they had been right under each other's noses all along. "Do, you really think.it was just a night stand?" The older woman asked and the two youngsters were thrown into instant confusion. Eleanor was sure that the only reason she went to the bar was because she was angry and needed a place to vent it out. And to her greatest knowledge, no one forced her to it. Damien too. He was at the Castle of Wine because he needed a quiet place... away from work. So... What was it...? ***** And, when they find out that it wasn't just a nightstand they shared, but infact, had a lot of things in common apart from the kids, only then would they realize... The journey just begun...
Chapter 1 Stranger At The Bar
It was a choice for her to make; not just any choice, but one that would alter her life overnight.
Just her outfit alone indicated that she wasn't anyone common. She was virtually a queen. Not just any queen, but the supreme queen of magnificence. Looks like she had the guts, to show up at such a place at such a sinful hour. Just her way of walking made heads turn.
And her looks? Man! She was gorgeous. Nah! 'Gorgeous' was an understatement. She was magnificence itself.
She casually sauntered in and went right to the bar counter. Though she looked delicate, her impression was one admirable to be complimented.
But, something seemed off...
'Something must be wrong for a person like her to be in such a place, at such a time.' He assumed as he saw her tug a stool next to him.
Damien couldn't help but stare closely at the lady beside him. It had been ages since he last took a liking to the female specie. He found it tiring, and worthless. Sincerely, he found the other gender ' morally repugnant.
Eleanor turned her head to the side and unintentionally locked gazes with the man beside her. She sneered as an intention incited in her mind.
He was mesmerizing to the eye.
Black eyes, wavy hair, fair skin.
'He'd do just fine she supposed to herself. She didn't surmise that such an excellent-looking man existed, but she was looking at one now.
El, as she was fondly called wasn't in the 'Castle of Wine' for no purpose. Nah!
She had a plan, she had ideas. And the man beside her would suit her plans well.
"Miss, you shouldn't ogle so much," Damien said, as he swirled the wine goblet in his hand. He felt her gawking so much.
Eleanor didn't look away, as he turned to look her in the eye; rather, she shriveled her brows.
"Looks like there's something on your mind," He asked, bored.
It was slightly remarkable, his facial expression hadn't altered a speck since she came in. She feels such men were only attempting to play arduous to get.
She scoffed inwardly.
"Why would I want to share with you?" Eleanor asked with a look of skepticism on her face.
Damien twisted to her fully and glimmered. His glimmer wasn't soft, and neither was it cold. It was solely...
"You're a weird person" He began with a soft tone.
Nonetheless, Eleanor's tone was similar to his, "What incites you to say that?"
"Walking in a murky street, late this night, aren't you courting death?"
Eleanor stayed silent. After a time, she whispered, "I need a drink."
"Drinking wouldn't resolve all your troubles. You can only ease up a little by spewing everything to the person who'd be ready to would listen."
"Why would I do that?" she eventually mumbled after a deafening silence between them.
"Because you're prepared to do so"
Eleanor reflected for a while, she certainly needed to babble about her troubles as it was too hard for her to suffer alone.
She lifted her head to glimpse at the man before her. He appeared to know everything.
"Come with me," He whispered as he stood up and started walking towards a door. After a few seconds, she chose to follow him.
"You can begin talking now," he said lightly as he gave her a glass of water. Eleanor looked at the glass of water in her hand for a while, before taking a sip.
She took a deep breath and started to speak, "My family disowned me. Simply because I refused to marry the scumbag they wanted."
"He isn't up to your standards, right? His financial situation isn't good. Am I right?" Damien speculated. It was a usual thing, after all.
Eleanor sneered, "Thought you'd be able to put the rest together. Well, things are different."
Damien's interest was instantly piqued, he didn't expect it'd be a different stereotypical plot, "Finally, something interesting. Go on"
"His status is good. You see, my family took a wedding contract to him and arranged a blind date for me today. I thought it was a normal business run with my father, but little did I know that I would be asked to sign a wedding contract with a scumbag. A scumbag who f*cks anything in a skirt. Of course, I declined...."
Eleanor spoke everything out even though she hadn't wanted to in the beginning. But, she felt better as the stress had been relieved.
Damien sat quietly for a while, but he began to laugh.
"I stand to be corrected. So, you're leaving, but you're planning on having a one-night stand with a total stranger. For revenge. Right?"
El looked at him and didn't reply.
How did he know?
"I need a drink," She said instead of replying to his speculations because he was in fact right.
Damien smiled as he had gotten the answer from her silence. She wanted a one night stand and he wanted it too, so...
"If that's the case, let's play it"
"Scram!" Eleanor shouted.
Damien laughed at her reaction.
"There's no use having a guilty conscience. Don't tell me you didn't expect it? You most definitely did!
"I'd tell you why you plan on a nightstand. It is so that you can conclude your life after being assaulted. It's better if we do it when you're sober. That way there'd be no regrets and you'd be able to experience the pleasure in it. Or do you plan on doing it when drunk?"
He was being too plain, Eleanor thought as she looked at him.
Eleanor burst into a fit of laughter suddenly, "Say, you've had eyes on since I walked in, yea?"
"Who wouldn't? Though I reckon you are around 18-19 of age, you are still attractive" He replied in all honesty. Damien wasn't one to keep secrets.
"Although I'm a very picky man, I don't just touch any woman. So you should feel honored" he added as he sipped from his wine glass.
Eleanor looked at him. He was quite a narcissist, but, given his exquisite and well-defined looks, he had the right to be a narcissist.
"You up for it? We don't have all day. Shall we play it?"
Chapter 2 A Historical Night
Eleanor looked at him in silence for a while.
She was thinking if she should go on with it or just quit now. After a moment of contemplation, the former won. She would do it...
Eleanor grinned mischievously as she spoke, "Let's play it". Excitement, fear, anger, hate, revenge- all were present in her tone at that moment.
Eleanor knew her family well. The McKinleys were one of the most prestigious families in the whole of New York City. They were prideful and she knew how affected they were by her refusal to marry the scumbag they had chosen for her. She felt content at the thought of how to hurt their pride.
"Shall we then?" Damien said, standing up. He stretched out his hand for her to take and Eleanor didn't hesitate to do so.
Each step she took was a question to herself if she wanted to go through the ordeal. She wouldn't back out.!
Damien led her further into the room and soon, they arrived at another door.
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